Of a thousand maidens
As you batter your lips and cake on a flowery substance they fall for you.
They spread eagle and open mouths wide for you.
So busy and patient and eloquent isn't he?
His soft and intricate tongue grazes the cunts of an uncountable number all
All except one.
One who has been baiting and waiting just to find an accurate signal.
As mixed as they are the answer is rather common,
As it always is,
Infectious,
Like a garden snake
As it slithers in the darkness of the grass
Blending in blade for blade.
Unknowingly the canine cuddles against the ground sighing for a moment.
STRUCK and Stricken
Immediately brought back to birth.
Your tongue so delicately flawed with ambition and garbage.
I won't bite mine as I wait for yours.
I won't waste time for a taste that lures
A thousand maidens to their death
"Fatal and falling,"
Said the flirting bastard.
I'll lick the chocolate off your lips until you are no more like I did the last one before and reestablish my dominance
Because in the end, every night I go to bed and wake up with one person.
Me.
I don't need to listen to those lilied words that you've plastered on a tray or how you act like you don't look at me that way.
I can love me more than my own love can handle and that's what it looks like for now.
To mend and pretend like you didn't dip your tongue in cold water to make me warmer before you warned me.
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